Mr. Pops, or whoever he is (and I'm just going to keep on calling him Mr. Pops until he tells us his real name), tells his sad tale of illegal weapons sales, broken dreams, prison time, and thoughts of revenge, and while he might see it as a chance to get some things off of his chest, Tracy, being on the side of the law, can't quite get over the fact that Mr. Pops broke the law and is now holding three people at gunpoint. Reaching for his own gun (which I would have already had drawn, thank you very much), Tracy is stopped by the nefarious clown and is about to lose his only friend (unless he's got one strapped to his ankle and is just waiting for the right time to pretend his shoelace is untied and that he needs to rectify the situation or risk tripping) as Mr. Pops continues his tale of woe and finally explains that he's broke and needed money (which I guess explains the whole clown thing, but really, surely there are other criminal organizations that would want his skills, or maybe he could just get a part time job somewhere).
His tale finished, Mr. Pops seems to be relieved, and...wow, he smiled! Mr. Pops actually smiled! (Which of course means things are going according to plan, but what he doesn't know is that this moment of happiness will not last because the strip is not called
Mr. Pops, it's called
Dick Tracy.) You know, when he smiles, he doesn't look like half the cold-blooded killer that I thought he was (he does look like he's on drugs, but that's neither here nor there). Of course, I'd smile too if someone gave me the old "You'll never get away with this!" spiel. Even Tracy knows it's a bad line given the way he's wincing just having to say it (and he's delivered some humdingers too). The one who looks the most distressed, though, is the tiger, who's about to get three unwelcome cagemates as Mr. Pops follows the example of the poachers from Mark Trail and decides to just let nature take care of things. This could be bad, for Tracy, Agent Ennen, and Ringo don't have someone like Bob to pull their fat out of the fryer (but they do have guns, though shooting a tiger in a cage is like eating a kitten, it's just plain wrong and no one should do it ever...unless there are extenuating circumstances, but that tiger doesn't look very fierce or hungry to me).
Mr. Pops, or whoever he is (and I'm just going to keep on calling him Mr. Pops until he tells us his real name), tells his sad tale of illegal weapons sales, broken dreams, prison time, and thoughts of revenge, and while he might see it as a chance to get some things off of his chest, Tracy, being on the side of the law, can't quite get over the fact that Mr. Pops broke the law and is now holding three people at gunpoint. Reaching for his own gun (which I would have already had drawn, thank you very much), Tracy is stopped by the nefarious clown and is about to lose his only friend (unless he's got one strapped to his ankle and is just waiting for the right time to pretend his shoelace is untied and that he needs to rectify the situation or risk tripping) as Mr. Pops continues his tale of woe and finally explains that he's broke and needed money (which I guess explains the whole clown thing, but really, surely there are other criminal organizations that would want his skills, or maybe he could just get a part time job somewhere).
His tale finished, Mr. Pops seems to be relieved, and...wow, he smiled! Mr. Pops actually smiled! (Which of course means things are going according to plan, but what he doesn't know is that this moment of happiness will not last because the strip is not called Mr. Pops, it's called Dick Tracy.) You know, when he smiles, he doesn't look like half the cold-blooded killer that I thought he was (he does look like he's on drugs, but that's neither here nor there). Of course, I'd smile too if someone gave me the old "You'll never get away with this!" spiel. Even Tracy knows it's a bad line given the way he's wincing just having to say it (and he's delivered some humdingers too). The one who looks the most distressed, though, is the tiger, who's about to get three unwelcome cagemates as Mr. Pops follows the example of the poachers from Mark Trail and decides to just let nature take care of things. This could be bad, for Tracy, Agent Ennen, and Ringo don't have someone like Bob to pull their fat out of the fryer (but they do have guns, though shooting a tiger in a cage is like eating a kitten, it's just plain wrong and no one should do it ever...unless there are extenuating circumstances, but that tiger doesn't look very fierce or hungry to me).
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